Colonel Kira's Left Tit
Bearded Belly of Bajor
Ever notice how everyone is on MySpace these days? William Shatner, Oscar Goldman, John F. Kennedy, Vina from Talos IV...they all have MySpace pages. It's the latest thing! But this isn't really about famous, dead, or famous dead people. It's also a great place to keep up with the doings of your own personal enemies.
Case in point. Ex-girlfriends are always good targets. Some of them like to blog, and some of them may even like to blog on MySpace. Sometimes, they'll even blog about the date they are going on, and tell you when and where it is! And then someone from the past with too much time on his hands can show up and ruin the evening! Or at least that was how it was supposed to go.
Now, it may be important to note that I dumped her in the first place, so it's not like this was actually a revenge thing. I was merely bored and it sounded amusing. So, as luck would have it, I showed up in said bar (a usual haunt, too) an hour ahead of the proposed arrival time with some friends in tow and proceeded to drink. Precisely on schedule, they arrived.
When I saw she was at the bar refilling her drink, I just had to do the same. I've never seen the color drain from a person's face so...completely. Anyway, a completely awkward time was had by all, and it was all quite entertaining. We actually had a nice little discussion, laughing about old times while her date was fuming away in the next chair. Before leaving, I gave her my email address and told her to contact me if she felt like it.
Today I received this in my inbox, after no further communication after that night:
:retard:
I'm sure she stole that whole mess from someplace, but all I took away from it was:
Discuss.
Case in point. Ex-girlfriends are always good targets. Some of them like to blog, and some of them may even like to blog on MySpace. Sometimes, they'll even blog about the date they are going on, and tell you when and where it is! And then someone from the past with too much time on his hands can show up and ruin the evening! Or at least that was how it was supposed to go.
Now, it may be important to note that I dumped her in the first place, so it's not like this was actually a revenge thing. I was merely bored and it sounded amusing. So, as luck would have it, I showed up in said bar (a usual haunt, too) an hour ahead of the proposed arrival time with some friends in tow and proceeded to drink. Precisely on schedule, they arrived.
When I saw she was at the bar refilling her drink, I just had to do the same. I've never seen the color drain from a person's face so...completely. Anyway, a completely awkward time was had by all, and it was all quite entertaining. We actually had a nice little discussion, laughing about old times while her date was fuming away in the next chair. Before leaving, I gave her my email address and told her to contact me if she felt like it.
Today I received this in my inbox, after no further communication after that night:
Do you ever think about me? Do you want to be happy? Do you want to be loved so much you can't even imagine your life without that person? Do you think there will come a time when you won't be scared? Do you find me attractive? Do you think you could ever find comfort in my arms? Do you know what you do to me? Do you leave me in the dark on purpose? Do you consciously keep stringing me along? Do you think you could ever love me? Do you hear my heart calling out to you? Do you think you could enjoy being in someone's thoughts every second of every day? Do you know how terrified I am that I may never get the chance to love you the way you deserve to be loved? Do you want to be with me? Do you think you could ever share with me how you truly feel? Do you think I am crazy? Do you see my heart pounding out of my chest every time I get near you? Do you know that I can no longer listen to some of my favorite songs because they remind me of you and I start to cry? Do you know how hard it is to wait on love? Do you know that I would wait a thousand lifetimes for you? Do you know how wonderful you are? Do you know how sexy you are? Do you know that my heart aches for you? Do you know that I've never felt this way about another human being? Do you know that I can't get over you? Do you know that my soul tells me it's you? Do you know how much I love you? Do you know that I desperately need you to answer these questions? Do you even care?
:retard:
I'm sure she stole that whole mess from someplace, but all I took away from it was:
Why yes! Yes I do!Do you think I am crazy?
Discuss.